sorry marie this is not very good

anonymous asked:

that text with w******** just proves how awful of a person he is. like...he went after noora because she said no! how can anyone even defend him when he does stuff like that??? its not sweet or cute or funny. its creepy and him doing stuff like that is what abusers and rapists do!!!!

that text really was not good. i really didn’t like it at all, i am just wondering if julie/mari actually understand what they wrote in there. not that they could have changed my view of willhelm but they - imo - didn’t even try to redeem him? and today they had the chance.

I am enjoying the HELL out of dragging Ann-Marie Thomson, and plan to continue to do so, but I want to point out a couple of things for my own peace of mind.

We are dragging her because she is the head of Syco PR.  She’s it. She’s the one.  We’ve dragged Simon Cowell, Simon Jones, Dan Wootton, Richard Griffiths, and Harry Magee, and all for good reason, but until now Ann-Marie has been relatively unscathed.

But the simple fact is, Syco has ultimate control over their artists. Not Modest (though their refusal to advocate strongly for their clients puts them below my contempt as well). Their contracts are stricter and more all-encompassing than regular recording contracts since their business model is different than a normal record company’s. 

Ann-Marie is not just another name we found and are throwing rotten fruit at. SHE IS THE HEAD OF PR AT SYCO.  Her job is public relations for the company, it’s artists, it’s TV shows, and Simon Cowell.  Her husband is the US Editor at The Sun and has personally written several articles blatantly pushing particular PR agendas where 1D is concerned. 

Simon Cowell is interested in making money and looking good, that’s pretty much it. For years he did both. But now he’s under fire and losing all of his money-makers, particularly 1D and The X-Factor, and Ann-Marie is the person in charge of spinning how it’s played out in the media.

As we’ve seen, 1D is being dragged right and left in the very places that Ann-Marie has the most influence - British tabloids. She has directly linked herself to the Jungwirths for no good reason (if the situation with Briana and Louis is what it is claimed to be, of course).

This isn’t tin-hatting, this isn’t speculation. There really is no one with more power over what we’ve seen happening to 1D in the UK media than Ann-Marie Thomson.

I’m just sorry it took us so long to see that.

Searingly Sweet (Marichat/Adrienette)

What do you do when one of paris’ most superlatively handsome heros comes knocking on your balcony door? You would panic first, right? Like, what does he want; why is he here; should I prepare something? Any and all those thoughts might run through your head I’m guessing. But what does Marinette Dupain-Cheng do when a certain leather-clad feline comes a knocking?

She gets pissed…cause duh, right?

And it wasn’t even like she was pissed at him exactly. It was more just that he happened to appear at the apex of her shitty day. Every single client the 23 year old had that afternoon was completely and utterly shitty human beings. And she gets it, a lot of schools in the area were picking up the american custom of having end of the year dances, for socializing and shit. But if she had to hear another shitty 17 year old complain about how the applique on her dress doesn’t absolutely “shimmer” in the moonlight and how the dress doesn’t make her ASS look like that american rapper Nicki Minaj’s (Which by the way if you’re gonna use french in your stage name PICK A REAL FRENCH WORD). She was ACTUALLY going to cut someone.

So it wasn’t his fault that he happened to knock on the balcony door to her apartment. Also wasn’t his fault that she happened to be in the middle of her 3rd alteration of the SAME dress at the time. But that didn’t stop her from viciously slamming open her door, rage blazing in her eyes.

“WHAT?” She roared

Her attitude instantly vanished, however, as Chat Noir collapsed into her arms. She grabbed onto his waist to keep him upright but his harsh hiss kept her hands at bay. She felt a wetness on her hand, it wasn’t raining out so it couldn’t be good. She looked down and sure enough Chat had contracted a sizeable cut above his hip and in different places along his torso.

“Holy shit!” was all she could really comment “Adrien, what happened!?”

They had long since found out each other’s identity. 21st birthdays mixed with intimate truth or dare and too many margaritas will do that kind of thing to you. But the lucky part was that nothing ever really changed for them. If anything, it made their civilian lives that much easier. Now, if anything went wrong they knew exactly where to go for safety.

Guess this was one of those times huh?

“Mari” Chat groaned out pitifully, body slumped over her petite frame

She didn’t allow him to say anything else as she carefully helped him onto the couch. She laid him down gently and rushed to get a bowl and some cool water. Returning back he didn’t look too good, hair matted from sweat and eyes squeezed shut in pain. She gingerly picked up his head and laid it in her lap. She pressed the wet cloth to his biggest cut and pressed down, shushing him softly to soothe his pain.

She looked into his eyes for an explanation “What happened? Was it a really bad akuma?”. Her heart only sank as he remained silent.

“Oh god it was, wasn’t it? Fuck, if I wasn’t so swamped with work I could’ve been there for you. You wouldn’t be like this. Adrien I’m so sorry” He lifted his hand and gently stroked her cheek. A gentle smile graced his features and she felt like bursting into tears that very moment.

“Please don’t cry, Mari” He said, his voice warmer than a summer’s breeze “I didn’t lose to an akuma. Just to a very old cat and a very sturdy tree.”

At first it didn’t click, she was far too wrapped up in her guilt ridden emotions. But then, ever so slowly, the words sunk in further and further

“Could you say that again for me please?” She said a little too sweetly “I just want to make sure I heard you correctly”

“Oh! I just said that these cuts are from me saving a pretty old cat from a tree” He scratched his head bashfully “old beast was not too appreciative and scratched me up pretty good and the tree kinda finished the job”

She stood up abruptly, knocking chat off the couch and onto the floor.

“Noooo” Chat whined as she stormed off “Don’t leave me here to perish in the cold!”

A blanket, quite unceremoniously, pelted him in the face “BUNDLE UP BITCH”

“Someone’s got their chiffon in a knot” He pouted “what? You missed your monthly ‘designer’s digest’ issue?”

Marinette sat back on the couch wordlessly, only speaking to ask him to drop his transformation so she could patch him up. Her speech was so…professional that he dropped it immediately, worried that he might’ve pushed her buttons a little too hard.

“Hey Mari, you know I was only kidding right?” this silent treatment was a bit of a first for him, he hadn’t meant to offend her, only poke at her a little “I didn’t mean all that stuff I said. I really am sorry”

He tried putting on his best sad face, nudging his head into her in the hopes that it’d melt her heart enough to forgive him. She sighed and put his head back into her lap.

“I’m not mad chat.” She said, preparing a disinfectant cloth “there’d be no point in that”

He breathed a sigh of relief, he wasn’t totally convinced but at least she wasn’t gonna kick him out of the house

“That being said, you tear up the shirt I made you. Sooooo, you deserve this entirely”

Adrien’s eyes shot open wide as a stinging, searing pain shot through his whole side. He moved to shoot up in his seat but, surprisingly, Marinette was pretty strong and held him down, giggling the entire time. A disinfectant cloth slapped to the cut would teach him a lesson or two


“I know right? You must be so sorry for playing with my emotions and tearing up that shirt aren’t you?”


“That’s interesting cause, see, that doesn’t sound like an ‘I’m sorry’ to me”


“And you’re still screaming. I do have neighbors you know”

Adrien gritted his teeth as he tried to bear the burning sensation traveling all through his body “I’m sorry for tearing up the shirt and playing with your emotions even though I did nothing of the sort

She pressed down on the cut harder


She took pity on his poor soul and finally released him. He rolled back onto the floor and scattered away behind her curtains


Marinette was hardly perturbed “1.) I checked the bottle before-hand it was gonna sting regardless of what I did and 2.) you still have like 8 more lives, you’re fine”

Adrien was now in full pout mode “I’m not an actual cat you know. The american phrase ‘YOLO’ does actually apply to me”

“You’re so dramatic” she laughed. Scooting over on the furthest side of the couch, she stretched out her arms to lure him back to the sofa. He turned from her, refusing to even acknowledge her offer.

“Oh come on, kitty. I still have to wrap up your other cuts before they get infected”

He wrapped the curtains further up on his body “Better than dying from the shock of the pain!”

She rolled her eyes “I promise I’ll be gentler this time. And, I’ll make sure to tell you when the sting is coming”

He eyed her cautiously, coming out from behind the curtains and inching closer “I want free cuddles the rest of the night”

She sighed “fine, whatever you want”. It was like telling him he’d won the lotto, his perfect white teeth gleaming in a cheshire like grin. Adrien tossed himself on the couch, instantly slipping up her body and snuggling closely to her chest.

“You are so unbelievably spoiled you know”

“You know I think I can still feel the pain of the disinfectant. I wonder why?”

She laughed warmly and let him stay there for a while.

There was no way to really describe the relationship they had. On the one hand they were definitely friends; they had the occasional coffee meet-up with Alya and Nino, popped in on one another if they had a bad day and, duh, saved one another from certain death every now and again. They could go out and see other people, sure, but then they did things like this. Cuddle times where they just stayed silent and share body heat, sleeping in the same bed because one couldn’t be bothered to stay up enough to make the trek home, and even spending whole weekends just vegging out at home watching Totally Spies reruns on TV. It was a weird set up but if you asked Marinette if she would change anything, not a single second would be unmissed.

“Ok mon minou, let’s get you patched up before I have to clean your blood off my couch…again”

He begrudgingly agreed and left her warm hold, sitting with legs crossed and patiently awaited her medical care. She returned back with her famous “Chat almost died today” first aid kit and something thin and white sticking out from between her lips. It caught the blonde’s attention and his feline instincts began to flare up again. Nevertheless, he sat still,only moving to remove his shirt and give her space to wrap his body in bandages.

“There, all done” She said, ever so slightly proud of her work “You were a very good patient this time around kitty. Usually you’re so squirmish”

Even as she scritched his favorite spot behind his ear adrien still couldn’t get his mind off of whatever was occupying his lady’s mouth

“Uh Adrien? You ok?” She said waving a hand in front of his eyes. He blinked back to reality and smiled apologetically

“Sorry Mari guess I’m a little distracted” He laughed nervously. She shrugged it off as no big deal and left to warm up some leftovers for him.

Adrien watched her with childlike curiosity, he didn’t wanna be a real bother to her but it killed him not knowing what it was that was in her mouth. Even still, he hesitated on bringing it up, choosing instead to stuff his face with honey mustard glazed chicken and pasta.

It was maybe 20 minutes into their third episode when Adrien just stretched himself out flat onto her lap. She remarked on his keen ability to make “make himself at home” but it only went in one ear and out another as he watched her cheek poke out with the offending object.

He poked it

She switched it to the other side

He poked it again

She sat it in the middle while looking at him with a strange look on her face

He didn’t even notice as his long fingers kept poking around her face, expecting to flush it out from behind her lips

“Adrien!” She commanded, swatting his hands away “Will you please stop tha-”

“My lady, what is in your mouth?”

The question came out so abruptly that it caught her completely by surprise. She blinked confusedly at him. There was not a hint of joking attitude in his eyes so she took it out.

“It’s just a lollipop. See?” she placed it back over her tongue, sucking on it hard “Nothing special. Cherry flavor I think”

Adrien didn’t exactly know what to feel. Yes, he got the answer he’d been looking for but, at the same time, a cherry lollipop? Really?

“Why didn’t you say you got one?” He fussed

“Why do you care? Kitty, it’s just candy”

He didn’t really have a witty retort to that so he kept silent, rolling over in her lap and facing the TV. Marinette assumed he’d finally gave up so she settled back in her seat.

“I want one”

She groaned, rubbing her temples soothingly

“No, Kitty you may not have one”

Adrien poked out his bottom lip “Why not, you have one”

“Ok, And?”

“Where do you keep them?”

“If I told you that it wouldn’t be a secret stash would it?”

He almost took offense to that “Why would you keep it a secret from me? Do you not trust me?”

“To not eat all my candy without me knowing? No”

“I’d replace it”

“Adrien the last time you ‘replaced’ my candy stash it ended up being more expensive than my rent”

He pulled her into a face squishing hug “Maaari let me have one”

She struggled to push away him away, he was stupidly strong when he wants something “No dammit let me go!”

Adrien finally released her and suddenly stood up. If she didn’t know any better she would’ve assumed that she got the hint. But, sadly, she did and, without remorse, glared him down.

“Chaton, don’t you fucking dare”

He shot out of the living room and into the bedroom down the hall. She chased after him, knowing exactly where he was going and for what. Just as she suspected, Adrien was making quick work of her room, sifting between the sheets and crawling beneath the bed.

“Quit it you fucking sugar addict!”

“Let me have my fix and I will!”


“Then the hunt continues!”

Her room was becoming an utter mess. Clothes were being tossed everywhere, it was like a horror movie. She forced him into a corner to maybe try and talk things out somewhat civilly but the blonde bastard just carefully scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed, breaking out from the corner to just fuck up her room even more.

They were on the floor now, huffing and wheezing as they tried to catch their breath. Adrien looked everywhere, the sheets, under the bed, in the closet. He even took the ultimate risk and went through her drawers (The kick to his gut proved that that wasn’t too good of an idea). But still no sweets for a little blonde boy named Adrien

“Please tell me you quit” She huffed out

“It’s not fair” he whined “all I wanted was something sweet”

“I just fed you”

“Dessert is an important part of every meal”

He clambered up onto his feet and stumbled back, knocking into the wall behind him. There was a clamor from the top of Marinette’s closet. She prayed that he didn’t hear it….it was a stupid prayer let’s be real here.

“Hey Marinette”

“Yes Adrien”

“What’s in your closet”

“You looked in there yourself…nothing”

She didn’t dare move from the floor as he stared her down

“If I go over there right this very second, you’re not gonna move”

“I see no reason to do so”

The millisecond he moved toward that closet door she raced in between him and the doorway. A dark smile stretched across his lips. He moved in close and she could hear his heartbeat in her ears. He leaned down, his breath tickling her ears.

His voice made her knees weak “It’s in there, isn’t it my lady”

She sucked on her cherry blowpop harder and harder as she shook her head vigorously

“Then what did I hear in the closet. If it’s not what I’m looking for then what’s there to worry about?”

Her eyes looked everywhere but his own vibrant green ones. He knew what that tone of voice did to her and did it anyway.

Adrien snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her away from the door. His stares were so paralyzing she couldn’t say that she even noticed. They walked over to the bed and gently pushed her onto its soft sheets. He climbed atop of her, smoothing his hands across her skin

“Be a good girl and stay here, ok?”

This man could’ve told her to commit murder and all she’d need was a spoon and a name

He moved back over to the closet and rooted around its dark shelves. Eventually he noticed that the side wall was uneven. Sure enough, when he pressed down on it the panel fell away to a secret hole in the wall, complete with its own neatly painted shoe box.

“Hello my sweet”

He was a kitten on christmas coming out from that closet. Pressed close to his chest the box clearly said ‘Keep out, especially you kitty!” but he couldn’t care less, soon he would indulge himself in a sugar sweet paradise.


Or at least he would if she didn’t break out of her lust induced trance

He bolted out of the room, eyes darting left and right for any kind of hiding space. Alas, it was no use. Marinette had him stuck in the kitchen corner with nowhere left to run. She took a cautious step toward him and he grabbed the first thing he could, a deluxe chocolate bar that she’d been saving for a super shitty day

Much like this one actually

“S-stop! Kitty, just leave the box on the counter”

“Fine! I’ll just take the chocolate bar then”


He tore off the label, never once taking his eyes off hers

“Put it. Down”

A corner of the aluminum wrapping hit the floor and her mind went into a blind panic. He was really gonna eat it if she didn’t come up with something!

He opened his mouth comically wide and brought it to his teeth


And as he brought his teeth closer together for bite she decided that she had no choice

Marinette ripped the candy from her mouth and pressed her body roughly against his, grabbing a fistful of his hair and bringing their lips together.

That alone would be seared into his subconscious for the rest of his life but what followed would follow him for as long as time stood.

Cherries, the syrupy sweet taste of artificial cherries flooded his tastebuds as her tongue slipped between his lips and into every corner of his mouth. His mind couldn’t take it to the point where he just dropped the box in his hands altogether, grabbing tightly onto her hips and savoring the flavor as much as he could.

But as soon as it started, it ended. She backed away from him, face redder than the candy in her hand.

“Never touch my stash again”

He tried to speak but she shoved the red sucker into his cheeks

“And I’m sure you’ve probably earned that”

She gathered up her box and walked out the kitchen, grumbling something about ‘Stupid cats’ and ‘putting it in a safe next time’

Adrien’s favorite flavor used to be chocolate

He was fairly certain that’s not the case anymore.

a horrifying concept

The knock comes at a quarter to three. Dean, of course, is still awake. Drinking in the library. Ashamed as he is to admit it, his heart still lurches with hope at the sound.

He wipes off his hands and tries to convince himself that he’s not rushing up the stairs, heart pounding all the while. He opens the door and his face hardens into a frown. 

“What do you want?” he spits.

“You know why I’m here.”

Dean shakes his head, wiping a hand down his face. It’s still cool with the condensation from his bottle. “Yeah, well, you’re too late. Sorry.”

He abandons the front hallway and walks back to the library, not caring if he’s followed. Judging by the quiet sound of tinny footsteps on the stairs, he is. His eyes follow his guest as she takes the seat across from him at the table, eyeing his bottle of liquor. He doesn’t offer her any.

He’s hit with an idea, sitting here and staring at her. It’s all but a shout. “Teach me,” Dean blurts.

“I can’t,” she says. “You know what it does.”

Dean grits his teeth. “I don’t care. I want you to teach me.”


Dean’s fists unclench, his shoulders drop. “Because I lost someone too. And I need to do something.”

A chair slides back from the table with a quiet squeak. Dean doesn’t raise his eyes, sure that this is the end. His last resort slipping through his fingers. But war-hardened hands take his and he does look up, right into the vacant stare of someone too far gone down the road of revenge.

Lily Sunder nods. “I’ll help you.”

Dean doesn’t feel afraid. He’s very good at making deals.

rainywithachanceofstars  asked:

Would "wholesome" happen to include more of Kyo and Koichi's relationship with immortal horrorterror Makkachin?


As mentioned before, the Nikiforov family moves back to Japan before Koichi and Kyo are born. Yuuri’s parents are reaching that age where they really need the help at the Onsen, no matter how much or how little they say they want the help. Mari is there, but she’s only one person, and she’s not a spring chicken anymore either and Yuuri wants to give her a chance to, like, take it easy for awhile and maybe take a vacation every once in awhile, Mari, God you have more gray hair than Viktor.

So they’re thinking, this is good, we’ll move back to Japan with our three kids and we’ll coach and choreograph and help run the Onsen. Not a bad way to spend the literal DECADES of retirement that are stretching out before them. 

Viktor gets a vasectomy, because as much as he’d like to have just one more baby, he knows that they, too, are getting older, maybe a little too old to have an infant again, or a toddler. They’re still recovering from Emma’s toddlerhood which was…a trip.

Viktor is still literally feeling the vasectomy pain when Makkachin starts doing that sentry-thing he does in front of Yuuri when he’s pregnant.

“No fucking way,” Yuuri hisses when he notices, and Viktor rushes to the store to get six different pregnancy tests.

Yuuri’s incredulity at finding out he’s pregnant at age 38 is only overshadowed by the incredulity at finding out he’s pregnant with twins at age 38.

“You had a VASECTOMY,” Yuuri shrieks, not for the first time–or even the ten or twentieth–into his pillow.

Of course, no Nikiforov in their right mind is going to pretend that they aren’t looking forward to a baby, least of all Makkachin, who takes an odd amount of pleasure in Viktor’s offspring for an ageless and unfathomably wise former harbinger of the Apocalypse. 

Yuuri’s labor with Kyo and Koichi is difficult, and nobody who works at the hospital is quite sure why, during the whole twelve hours Yuuri labors, there’s a poodle hanging out outside the emergency room, staring with purposeful focus somewhere up towards the fifth floor? It never wants to come in and every time someone even thinks about trying to coax it inside with food or something, they suddenly find themselves overcome with distraction and wander away, only to come back to themselves twenty minutes later on the fourth floor of the parking garage with very little memory of how they got there.

(Viktor and Yuuri are later told that they’re very lucky both twins survived, because they shared both an amniotic sack and a placenta, and usually that’s a recipe for parasitic twins. Koichi and Kyo, later in life, will use this information to taunt one another. 

“I always knew you were the parasitic twin,” Koichi hisses at Kyo when he shifts in the wrong way and tips them over during a lift.

“IF YOU WANTED TO KILL ME WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST EAT ME IN THE WOMB,” Kyo screams across the rink after Koichi drops him on a death spiral and sends him into the boards.)

The day Koichi and Kyo are brought home, Makkachin plants himself between their bassinets and glares warily at anyone whose last name is not Katsuki or Nikiforov. This is unfortunate, because dozens of guests ‘accidentally’ wander into the family-only area just to see the twins. 

When the twins learn to walk, it’s Makkachin they hold onto. Yuuri drops one of his favorite ceramic bowls when he walks into the tatami room and finds both Kyo and Koichi toddling around the room with Makkachin patiently standing between them. 

“They shouldn’t be walking yet,” Yuuri hisses to Viktor later that night. “They only just started pulling themselves up.”

“My babies are going to be such good skaters someday,” Viktor coos, craddling both twins in either arm. Behind him, Makkachin seems to wink. Yuuri is more or less used to this now.

Two-and-a-half year old Koichi decides that Makkachin can be ridden like a horse. Makkachin isn’t going to tell him otherwise.

The Nikiforovs sort of admit to the fact that Makkachin is some sort of immortal hellbeast when Viktor and Yuuri hit their eighties and Makkachin is still around. It’s okay, because two different generations have learned to walk holding onto his collar, and, mysteriously, when the Nikiforov children start arguing about who should take Makkachin when Yuuri and Viktor pass away (at the same time, on the same night, at ages 97 and 94) little brown poodle puppies start appearing in the neighborhood.

Horrorterror Makkachin isn’t going to lie; it’s hard to multiply yourself like that, but it helps when the souls you enrich yourself with are cooperative and are okay with you eating them since, y’know, you waited until they were old, and also you’ve sworn an eternity-long bloodpact to protect their family until the line dies out.

Koichi is the one who eventually takes Makkachin home with him, and sometimes Makkachin pokes his head in the bedroom door at night, like he remembers Viktor doing when he was a kid, and Koichi feels almost like it’s his Papa is there, somehow. 

And Irina’s dog Cavalier sometimes acts just like Yuuri, fretting and gentle and very, very happy when he gets good food.

Mikhail’s dog Pooka is grumpy and temperamental, like Grandpa Yakov used to be, but also very loving if you just sit there and let him come to you.

Emma’s dog Biscuit reminds them just a little of Aunt Mari, the way she’s quiet and reserved. But she’ll always find you if you’re crying. 

Kyo’s dog is somehow like both Grandma and Grandpa Katsuki. She’s happy but quiet, loyal and just a little goofy. Her name is Katsudon. 

Happy WEEK FIVE of Hannah’s Sunday Reading List! Such a lovely week of reading as usual… once again, I love that I continue to find more and more blogs with such beautiful writing!! I actually went out of my way this week to look for writing as well… I hope you don’t mind! Doing this is so much fun for me… and I’m glad to see that you guys are enjoying it too!! 

****Don’t forget to tag me in your fics!!! If I tagged you in this list this week, please make sure to continue tagging me in your future posts!!!****

Here’s what I’ve been reading this week:

Sunday by @reidoneshots (Spencer Reid x Reader)
First of all, what a fitting title lol! I thought this would be a great way to start us off :-) I’m sure you’ve heard this… but I am a sucker for Spencer as a father!! My weakness! This was so beautifully fluffy - from start to finish, it flowed beautifully and had me hooked the whole time. Loved it!

Curves and Edges by @reidbyers (Spencer Reid x Reader)
I am SHOOK!! This is honestly one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever read… and that’s the truth. The rawness of this is what got me. All of it is so real and relatable, and not only is the idea great, but the writing is too. You’ve got a real talent, my friend - I can’t wait to see what you have coming up next. :-)

Chopsticks by @criminal-minds-fanfiction (Spencer Reid x Reader)
Finally, Urnayme has found something that Spencer doesn’t immediately excel at!! One of my favorite things about your writing is that you always fit a little bit of “you” in there. The “Hi Spencer. I’m very well thanks. Nah, you’re not at all intruding, come right on in” sounds like something you would say… :-) your writing is always a favorite, Cher!

Frenemies (1, 2, 3) by @axstheticminds (Spencer Reid x Reader)
Mari!!! This!!! is!!! AMAZING!!! (Sorry, I’m just really excited about this). I need the next part. I need it!! Okay so I really loved the art museum scene - “ I wasn’t very good at ever understanding art” he said embarrassed, “You always were.” *high pitch squeal* That was such a Spencer thing to say. Your writing makes me so happy ugh this is going to be another amazing series, girl!

Payback’s a Bitch by @dontshootmespence (Spencer Reid x Reader)
Oh, Nicole… this was hot!! The whole time I as thinking, “Aww, poor Spencer,” but at the same time I was like, “Yes!!! KEEP TEASING!” I think you captured perfectly how squirmish and whiny Spencer would get in this sort of situation. Your writing blows me away every time!

Smile by @spencerreidsmiles (Spencer Reid x Reader)
This was p e r f e c t. I reread it like, 100 times because it made me smile so much. What started off a little angsty ended nice and sweet - just how I like it! I could see this turning into a huge series… just sayin’ ;-) This is a totally original idea, and I’m so glad that it was written by you! I honestly can’t stress enough how great of a writer I think you are.

I’m Pregnant… And I Have Feelings for You by @marvelfanlife (Spencer Reid x Reader)
Ahhhhh! So cute! Of course Spencer would reciprocate his feelings for the reader. I love this fluffy piece so so much :) I love the conflict (obviously the pregnancy is one) of the secrets kept from each other. Friends with benefits having feelings for one another is such a complicated thing to write, and I think you were spot on! Can’t wait to see what you write next. :-)

Supermarket Flowers by @zugzwangxo (Spencer Reid)
Congratulations Lee, you have made me cry with this one! This song just makes me emotional in general, but paired with your beautiful writing was a perfect storm. I also liked how you briefly mentioned Spencer’s struggle with his faith. This is such a huge possibility as to what could happen in the show… Okay, I could honestly go on and on about story, but I will just end it with a: Great job, Lee. I will be rereading this many in the future.

Seven Years Later Part 2 by @axstheticminds (Spencer Reid x Reader)
I’ve been so excited for this next part, and you definitely delivered!! I love this whole idea for this fic. So original… you’ve got me hooked! But is this it?? Was that the last part?? YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME HANGING LIKE THAT. It takes a lot of talent to get people hooked like the way you’ve hooked me… Mari, you always amaze me with your great writing and great ideas!!

Today Was a Fairytale by @original-criminal-fanfics (Spencer Reid x Reader)
Jasey, you always have the best fluff pieces. Whenever my sweet tooth is aching, I come to your blog and sift through your masterlist :-) This was another great one! You portrayed Spencer perfectly - I’m sure he would be the perfect gentleman during a night out. Lovely as always!!

Blanket Stealing by @dontshootmespence (Spencer Reid x Platonic Reader)
I am loving this dynamic between Spencer and the reader!! I think it would be awesome if Spencer had someone like that in his life. There was such a carefree feel to him in this story and I loved that. The bickering made me giggle :-) I’ve never read anything like this before, but I can already tell you that I’m obsessed with it!!

I’m All Yours by @speedreiding (Spencer Reid x Reader)
Jealousy isn’t a side of Spencer we get to see often - I think you portrayed it perfectly! The reader reassuring him, and the smut… I can’t believe this was your first time writing smut!! It was wonderful! So gentle and sweet; it was perfect for a first time sex experience! I really liked how you created a back story and your own touch to the requested prompt. This was an awesome read!

Way Better than Bumble by @a-bau-tiful-mind (Spencer Reid x Reader)
This caught my eye when I was scrolling through Tumblr and I couldn’t stop reading it once I started! This trope is always such a good one, and I like how you made it your own. The way the reader and Spencer hit it off totally made me squeal. I really love your writing style!! I hope to read more soon :-) (Also, the title is wayy cute!)

Becoming Real by @dontshootmespence (Spencer Reid x Luke Alvez)
I THINK YOU BROKE ME!!! Daddy Spencer… Reidvez… in one fic?! You’ve killed me forsure. In the best possible way, of course! I live for this ship. And once again, you’ve proven that you can write anything and everything! The way you wrote their relationship is exactly the way I had it in my head… now, just need it to be canon… ;-)

Supposed to Be by @bookofreid (Spencer Reid x Reader)
I’m just… wow… I have no words. okay wait because i actually do have words This whole thing was just… out of this world. Your flow, word choice, everything was spot on. I loved how it started off with only descriptions, no names. Just a nameless man and woman, simply being described. I’m not sure what else to say other than WOW. I admire you and your writing!!!

Hello! I’ve wanted to make a post for a while now about the top KonMari tips that helped me to organize my study space and my living space. So here are the tips that work best for me.

If you don’t know what the KonMari method is, or who Marie Kondo is, she is basically a tidying guru and has helped people around the world tidy their homes. I highly recommend her books. Her method isn’t like any I’ve ever read about and it actually works. I recommend that you try the full method. This is just a breakdown of her method in my own words. The most basic of the basics you could say.

1. Throw away everything that doesn’t spark joy

This is the defining feature of the KonMari method. Throw away anything that doesn’t make you happy. You have to touch them and hold them and ask yourself if they make you happy or in her words, “spark joy.” If they don’t, throw them away, if they do, keep them. This way, at the end, you should end up with things that only make you happy. The recommended order is




Komono (Miscellaneous)

Sentimental Items

2. Designate a spot for everything

This is probably the tip that helped me the most. She advises you to make a home for everything and make sure that items are returned to their homes after they are used. I find that after I only have items that spark joy, using this method is extremely helpful in keeping my space clutter free.

3. Make things easy to access

Keeping storage simple instead of having fancy-schmancy storage has been really helpful. It made things easier to get and put away which in turn, made me put things away in their proper place more instead of just leaving it out because I didn’t want to go through the trouble.

These are the tips from KonMari that helped me most. This is most definitely not the whole method and you should definitely try reading the book if you’re interested. But, these are the tips that I found the most helpful and I hope that you can try these out because they really will help out with keeping your space clutter-free. Thanks for reading and sorry if this isn’t very good, it’s my first text post thing-a-ma-jig :D.

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Sam hearing his mother say the words "happy birthday" for the first time in his life ❤️

Sam’s about to turn in - it’s been a good day, overall. He’s had some pie, because when would Dean not take the liberty to reinterpret his birthday for his own gain, and he’s had a couple beers and a good movie night, he’s got some presents, and he’s got a sunny morning to look forwards to after a good night’s sleep with nothing in particular demanding his attention tomorrow, at least as far as he knows. But that’s when his phone buzzes, and when he looks at the caller ID, his heart stops.


“He-hey, mom. I’m, um. A little drunk, I hope you don’t mind,” he opens, stuttering not because of the alcohol but the nervousness that has suddenly flooded his system.

Mary breathes out and Sam can hear her smiling, and it makes him weak in the legs so that he has to sit down. He wrestles off his socks, but the laundry basket’s too far away so he puts them on the bed beside him instead to wait for now.

“I don’t mind that, Sam.”

Sam nods, although Mary can’t see it.

“I hope you don’t mind me calling,” she says then, her voice a little nervous and sad in a way that can’t be covered up.

“No,” Sam hurries to assure her, “No - not at all.”

A relieved sigh echoes over the line.

“I just wanted to tell you happy birthday,” he hears her say, and it makes his heart skip a beat, “So - happy birthday, baby. 34, isn’t it?”

It takes a long while until Sam can breathe again, and much longer until he can speak.


“Ye-yeah. I’m here. I’m - I just - need a…”

He hears Mary nod, too, just as oblivious to the fact that Sam isn’t in the room with her to see it.

“Thanks, Mom,” Sam manages to finally say, “It’s… my 34th, yeah.”

“I’m sorry for missing out on so many before now.”

“It doesn’t - it wasn’t your fault.”

“Thank you, Sam. I hope you had a very good day.”

“I did,” Sam tells her quickly, “Dean - we had a good day.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there again.”

“It’s enough that you called. Really, Mom; it… means a lot to me that you did.”

He can hear a small smile in Mary’s breath.

“Good night, Sam.”

“Good night, Mom.”

Title: it’s always been you”

written by: sleepywinchester { prev; deanwinchester-af }
summary: you and dean have somethings to catch up about. 
note: this is part 2 of 3 day part mini series based of 12x06 and this imagine (<- prev part). this was supposed to be a less than 600 words drabble but… i got carried away lol hope everyone enjoy this and if you do, please, leave feedback? i’ll appreciate it.  ♥
words: 901

“You shouldn’t be surprised that I’d enjoy the company of a ruggedly hot man.” Jody Mills replied to Dean’s surprise after acknowledging her casual relationship with Axa. 

You chuckled and lifted the home brewed beer onto the air, “Amen to that.” 

As the bottle reached your lips, your gaze found Dean’s, he pursued his lips together and their formed a smirk. You subtly winked at him, flirting in silence as you took a sip of the beer. 

“Y/N,” Jody turned to you, “I didn’t know you knew the Winchesters. How did you guys met?” 

You glanced at Sam and Dean for a second before turning to Jody. “We met when were 20,” you began to speak, “ironically in a Wendigo hunt,” you chuckled when everyone took a sip from their beers as you had spoken the magic word. Once again your eyes meet with Dean gaze.

“Yeah,” Dean cleared his throat, “we were young-”

“-and incredibly stupid,” you grinned finishing his sentence. “We thought we could kill the damn thing with silver… Left  town with this,” you exposed your arm, showing off the three slash scar the Wendigo gifted you. “to remind me, you kill that monster with fire. Good times.”

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Inspired by 2x10 when Madzie flicked Alec away into an elevator. I know it’s a serious moment but like Alec was swooshed away like he weighed nothing, by Madzie, a lil girl who isn’t even half his height. It’s kinda hilarious. So then i started thinking about how she and Magnus would have so much fun playing tricks on him with their magic.

For @deatheater-hearmeroar, i’m sorry this took so long Mari, i’m not very good at coming up with pranks  😅

When Magnus and Alec adopted Madzie, they really didn’t expect her to be such handful. For someone so tiny and quiet, she was quite the prankster. Sure, all kids were but then again, Madzie was a pretty powerful warlock for her age. She was sneaky and smart too. It was all in good fun of course, she would never intentionally hurt anyone she cared about. However, having a papa who shared her mischievous trait, meant that Alec tends to be the victim of most of their pranks.

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Hey babies, it’s Cienna, your very own piece of Lily Evans trash! So I am feeling a deep appreciation for all my beautiful followers who helped me achieve another personal milestone (is this the real life or is this a fantasy?!? I am shook) So here I am, back at it again with another celebration: Follower appreciation blogrates/aesthetics 😘


  • mbf this smol cheesecake 
  • reblog this post (likes don’t count sorry babes)
  • send me a message with an emoji (depending on what you want) and tell me five facts about yourself (I love learning about other ppl not in a creepy way i promise)
  • you can choose as many as you want <3
  • blacklist #cici celebrates!

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anonymous asked:

How can you create a backsotry for an oc without making them as a "mary sue" ?

I don’t know if I can give you a good answer for this specifically Anon but here’s what I think when it comes to the “Mary Sue” issue.

Don’t worry about it.  Do what makes you happy and what inspires you.  If you like something and want your character to be able to do that/have that/etc. then go for it.  First and foremost, creating characters, writing, role playing, etc. should be FUN.  You should be doing it because you enjoy it.

If you’re worried about giving “too many” traits, skills, traumas in childhood, etc. then write out a list and separate some and put that into another character, or a few characters.  But I really don’t think you should worry too much! Whatever you’ve got in mind for your character(s) is fine and you don’t have to change it unless you want to.

And if you really DO want to, try using that method I mentioned.  List out everything you like or would want to use for your character and then mix and match, split it up into multiple characters, flesh it out from there and see how it goes.  But I guarantee no matter what you do, as long as it’s something that you enjoy and is making you happy, you’ll have a great character.

It’s impossible really to say that a backstory for your character can’t work or is “too much” because there are so many people out there who have definitely gone through a lot–whether negative or positive–and you probably wouldn’t call a real live person a Mary Sue just for being really good at a lot of things or having a lot of things happen to them in their life!  So just roll with your inspiration ♥

(P.S. taking the time to say that I’m very sorry for my lack of posts here lately, I’m really busy!  I’ll try to get back on track soon and appreciate all of you for following me!)


Ever since Dean and Cas met five years ago, Cas has just been part of the family. That’s what Sam would say, if he was asked to explain. And really, where’s the harm if the accountant tags along during their celebrations and holidays? He’s more than made up for it by being there for all of them when Dad died, and always ready to help whatever they are doing.

Point is: He had been an extension of Dean’s for so long that Sam doesn’t even think of him as a “plus one” anymore. It’s usually just “if I tell one of them the other will know and come to dinner too.”

It’s as easy as that. Until it isn’t.

One of his old friends from university just moved to Lawrence. Brady, after years of working for a “company full of douche bags”, as he put it, suddenly “saw the light” and decided to take things slower. Naturally, Sam and Sarah invited him to their next barbecue, and inevitably, Dean and Cas are manning the grill; or rather, Dean is manning the grill and Cas just happens to be at his side.

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I thought… why do not upload my old references of my humanizations?:D Besides their desing I havn’t change
1)Chica’s Magic Rainbow. This is my first reference:’D Honestly, this is one of my favorite humanization. Well, and favorite character from FNaF World. And I draw my old humanization of Chica. I don’t know why I did it and don’t use pole-bear’s Chica:/
2)Gillian the Hamburger. This is the second reference. It’s humanization of hamburger from FNaC.
3)Michel Afton. Yes, there wrote that his name is Gerald Caldwell, but this reference was draw before the release Custom night.
4)Meringue and Mudpie. This reference isn’t old, I’m finish at this month. But I haven’t posted because it draw didn’t good. Well, I think so.
I hope that despite the fact that the references of those don’t look very well, but you like their desings!^^
All references based in pole-bear’s style
(sorry for the awful English)

Dear Friend,

May 23, 2017

Part I
It’s been fourteen days since I’ve last written to you.
I’m very sorry for that. 
I’ve actually been really busy lately. 
I’m on vacation visiting my dear friend Marie. 
She’s the one that sends me letters in the mail. 
It’s been lovely staying with her. 
She’s made me feel at home: making me dinner, buying me gifts, and letting me do all the things I want to do. 
Lately we’ve been watching a lot of tv shows and movies and reading and writing. 
It’s a good feeling to be doing things you don’t usually do. 
It feels productive to me. 

I won’t tell you where I am, but I will tell you that I’m still in Texas. 
I’m a lot more north than usual so it’s very strange to be in a town that has sixty-seven degree weather at the moment. 
I’m really not used to it at all. 
I just checked the weather back home - it’s eighty-nine degrees and cloudy. 
I bet it’s really humid too. 
I wasn’t expecting it to be so cool here, so I didn’t pack any long sleeve clothing. 
It’s a wonderful feeling though, to be somewhere different and to not be in ninety degree weather for once.  
I like being a little cold.
I’d rather be shivering than sweating my ass off. 

I’ve been here for almost a week now. 
A part of me doesn’t want to go home, because for once I’m really happy.
But the other part of me knows that I can’t be here for long. 
I left my problems at home. 
I feel so stress free, not having to worry about them. 
Like the fact that my ex-boyfriend is going to Finland. 
Like the fact that he hasn’t paid our car; I took it away from him and now I have to get it repossessed; It’s going to ruin my credit, but it has to be done; I want to cut all ties with him.  
Like the fact that I don’t have to worry about work and seeing my case manager. 
Like the fact that I don’t have to do so many things for my parents. 
The only problems that traveled with me was my financial ones. 
I’m running out of money and this trip probably made that worse. 

I left the people who don’t care about me at home. 
Like Voldemort and other people that I thought I could call my friend. 
Like my friend Diana - She told my ex-boyfriend about Taylor after he and I went to Applebee’s with Josh and Sabrina one day. 
She was our waitress. 
She honestly had no right to do that and I don’t understand why she had to keep tabs on me for him. 
I found this out because one day, when my ex and I were fighting about the car, he had the audacity to bring up Taylor. 

He texted me,
“Hey. Be careful with your new boy. He’s been around the block. Just because we have animosity between us doesn’t mean I want you to get hurt. Don’t let your guard down. I had class with his twin. And if you think I’m doing this to mess with you, then you obviously don’t know me at all. All I’ve ever done for you is look out for you. Have a nice life.”  

This made me so upset. 
Diana had obviously told him about Taylor because she is the only person that still talks to my ex. 
It’s so sad that little does she not know that he did nothing but talk shit about her when she didn’t say goodbye to him before she left back to California. 
Now that she’s back, I thought she and I could be friends again; not after this stunt. 
My ex can have her and continue being a fake friend. 

I wanted to tell him so many things that he didn’t want to hear. 
I was so upset and hurt and in so much pain. 
Why does he have to keep up with me?
I don’t want him to keep up with me. 
It’s pathetic. 
I don’t give a shit about him anymore.
Why can’t he just not care about me just the same as I don’t.
Instead, he decides to stir the shit pot of emotions that I have locked up inside that want to come out.
I just want him to leave me alone. 
If he wants me to be happy, then he shouldn’t have left when I needed him the most, as a friend. 

I just left… Everything.
Even the people I do love and that love me back. 
Like my parents, Josh, Jenna, Angel, and Aaron.
That’s the only part of me that does want to go home. 
I want to go home to my family and my good friends. 
I miss them very much. 
They are my light. 
And I know I can go to them for anything. 
They keep me strong. 
I don’t know what I would do without them. 

Part II
This city I’m in - it reminds me of home. 
There isn’t much to do and there’s a lot of other cities next to this one.
So, if we decide to take a trip to some other town, it takes about twenty minutes. 

Like I said, there isn’t much to do, but we are making the most out of my time here. 
For example, just the other day, she and I decided to take a drive to a neighboring city to walk around the mall there. 
I bought myself a Dragonball Z statue of Teen Gohan from GameStop. 
It was an early birthday gift to myself - it’s a few weeks away. 
I also bought myself a a face serum from Sephora. 
We were at the mall for over an hour. 

When we were done window shopping, we rode to Best Buy so I could buy a new screen protector for my phone. 
I was lucky enough to find the last one there. 

Then, we went to Staples so Marie could buy some blue ink for her new pen. 
That’s also when I bought my first calligraphy pen. 
When she saw it, she said I had to buy it because I’m a “writer” now.
Am I?
So I bought it. 

Afterwards, we walked to a Barnes and Noble that was nearby. 
That’s when I bought my first journal. 
Marie said I should get it so I could write down all my thoughts. 
So, I did. 

Later, on our way back home, we stopped at a Panera Bread.
I had never been there before and Marie really wanted me to try it. 
I wanted to try something new, so I thought - why not?

She parked the car and turned to me.
“Do you want to take down your book so we can read when we’re done eating?”

“Yeah, sure. That sounds like a good idea,” I said, smiled, and continued. “Hey. I can take my journal too. Maybe I can write about what we’ve been doing today.”

“Oh my gosh. Yes. You should!”

With excitement, I grabbed my newly purchased journal and a book called The Reason by Lacey Sturm and walked into Panera Bread.
I’ve had the book for a good eight months now.
I haven’t bothered finishing it because I get so lazy.
I do hope to finish it soon. 

I walked in with Marie and was a little confused with the set-up.
They had kiosks on the side so people could order their food themselves. 

“Do you want to use these so we can look at the whole menu?” Marie asked and pointed at the high-tech looking kiosks. 

“Yeah. I know I’m probably going to take a long time deciding anyway.”
That comment ended up being very true. 
I didn’t know what I wanted to eat. 
I also didn’t want to try something too risky. 
But I also didn’t want to try something safe. 
I was so indecisive. 
There was so many options. 

After about five minutes of thoroughly navigating the menu on this ten inch screen, I figured out what I wanted to eat. 
I decided on a turkey and ham sandwich with a few vegetables and a cup of chicken noodle soup on the side. 
I also ordered a papaya green tea that turned out to be very delicious. 

Marie and I sat down by the window secluded from other people. 
In fact, we were alone for a good twenty minutes in the section we chose to sit at until some lady and her daughter decided to dine-in a few tables away.
It didn’t take long for our food to come out. 
Within ten minutes, an employee brought out our meals.
The sandwich waiting to be eaten by me looked so delicious and the soup was still steaming hot. 
I took my first bite of my panini - God, I was right. 
The soup was just as good. 

Marie got a turkey bacon club on a croissant bread with a broccoli and cheese soup. 
I didn’t try her sandwich but I did try her soup. 
It was sadly better than mine. 
I knew I should’ve gotten that one instead when I was being so indecisive at the kiosk. 
Didn’t matter; I enjoyed my meal nevertheless. 

When we finished our meals, Marie started reading a book called A Million Miles in a Thousand Years by Donald Miller and I started writing in my journal. 
I wrote about our day, which I have already mentioned to you earlier. 
Then I started to read the book that has been on chapter six for the past eight months.
I only read one chapter while I was there. 
I would’ve read more, but we had to leave if we wanted to take a walk at the park before sunset. 
So, I closed my book, took my journal with my first entry in it, and left with my best friend back to her apartment. 
I guess I should start calling it home.
For now…

Part III
I will admit that it feels a little strange to be so far away from home. 
I haven’t traveled alone (without family or a boyfriend) in about six years. 
The farthest I’ve driven alone was San Antonio when I wanted to visit my lesbian friend Renee. 

Irregardless of the fact that this city reminds me of home, it definitely doesn’t feel like it - I’m surprised I haven’t had an anxiety attack. 
As I said earlier…
I miss my parents. 
I miss my dog Zoey. 
And I miss my friends - especially Josh. 

I felt really bad that I left the day before his birthday. 
So, to make it up to him, (before I left) I bought him a cute birthday card and wrote him a note. 
I also wrote him a two page letter and sent him some money. 
I left it in my mailbox and thankfully it was delivered to him the next day. 
He was really happy and surprised to get something like that from me. 
He only read the card on his birthday. 
Josh said that he was scared to read the letter because he thought it said something bad, like that I was moving away for good and wasn’t going back. 
Thankfully, I don’t intend on that. 
I do want to go back home, eventually. 

Just yesterday, two days after his birthday, he finally read the letter. 
He thought it was really sweet and it made him smile a lot.
His girlfriend wanted to read it too, but he didn’t let her. 
She just read the card, and when she did she said to him, “Dude, I think Alex is in love with you.”
He laughed and said that we are only friends. 

I am in love with him…
But, I know I can never be with him. 
I’m just grateful to have him in my life as a wonderful friend than not at all. 
I care about him too much and I don’t know what I would do without him.
He’s always been there for me when I needed him. 
I couldn’t ask for anyone better. 
He makes me so happy, and he doesn’t even have to try.

I didn’t think the card was enough.
On my way over here, I stayed in San Antonio for a night because I didn’t want to drive straight here on the same day.
While I was there, I stopped at a few stores at North Star Mall. 
I went to this novelty shop called Think Geek. 
I found a lot of Rick and Morty stuff that I got for his birthday. 
I don’t plan on sending them to him, because I want to see his face when I give them to him. 
I also bought him an animated movie called Princess Mononoke and had it sent to his house. 
He just got it today.
He was so surprised. 

He texted me.
“Oh my god Alex! How many things did you buy me?”

I replied. 

“I got the movie. Thank you Alex. Oh my god.” He was obviously speechless. 

“Aww. Do you like it? Did it make you smile? It got there quick! I just ordered it on Sunday!”

“Yes. Of course! I love this movie.” 

“I got you a lot more things. But I won’t send them to you. I want to see you open them.”

“Oh my god. You’re insane.”

“You love me.”

“I do,” he confirmed.

That made my heart clench. 
He’s so cute. 
I missed him so much that I had to ask him if he could FaceTime me. 
We didn’t talk until late in the night because he was busy playing a raid on Destiny all day. 
So to kill time, I started watching Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part I with Marie.  
In the middle of the movie he finally called me on FaceTime.
I paused the movie, walked to the blow up mattress that was behind me, and answered him. 

The phone took a while to connect us. 
After a moment of looking at a black screen, I saw his face for the first time in a few days. 
I know it seems pathetic of me to say that I missed it because I just saw him last week, but I can’t help but want to always see him. 
He was shirtless and I could see that he got a haircut. 
It looked nice and clean. 

“Hey Josh,” I said with a big smile. 

“Hey Alex,” he replied and mirrored my smile. 
His smile is so crooked and his teeth matched it just the same. 
He doesn’t like his smile, but that’s what I love the most about him.
Then it’s his eyes. 
He looks tired all the time, but somehow I’m attracted to that. 

“Your hair looks good! I like it.” 

“Oh. Thanks. The girl that was cutting my hair messed up the back. She was annoying me”

I couldn’t help but giggle.
“What? Why do you say that?”

“Because. She wouldn’t shut up. She just kept on talking and talking. She wouldn’t shut up!” He repeated. “I literally just wanted to tell her, ‘Bitch. Shut up and just cut my fucking hair.’”

I bursted out laughing!
Josh was on speaker so Marie heard what he said too. 
She was laughing just as hard as me. 
I couldn’t catch my breath. 
Then when I was just about to, I’d turn to Marie to catch her still laughing!
This, of course, made me laugh even more…

“Why are you laughing?” Josh asked.
He laughed and then continued, “If Marie is telling you things about me then you need to tell me. What did she say? Why are you laughing?” He repeated.

I took another moment to catch my breath and gather my thoughts.
“She didn’t say anything. We’re just laughing at what you said! It was so funny!”
My stomach started to hurt from all the shrieking giggles. 
It was the good kind of hurt though. 

“Alright. I guess Alex,” he said as he gave me that compelling stare of his. 

The rest of the conversation was mostly about his day and mine. 
Like what I’ve been doing lately while I’ve been away. 
I told him that I’ve been writing a lot - physical letters. 
I told him about my adventure to the neighboring city.
I told him how I’ve been feeling.  
And how Marie and I have been doing a lot of cute things together. 

He told me his girls weren’t there which was odd because it was a Monday. 
Usually, they are back by Sundays from the mom. 
He also mentioned that he got written up at work because someone decided to show up two hours late to cover his shift. 
The managers knew he wasn’t going in and this girl, the one that took over his shift, knew what time he had to work and decides to show up late.
Then he’s the one that gets written up?
I don’t see how that was fair. 

A few minutes later, the conversation started to die out.
We had nothing left to talk about.
Coincidentally, he got a phone call from his girlfriend. 
“Hey. Sabrina is calling me. I have to go.” Josh said in a rush. 

“Alright Josh. I’m glad we were able to talk tonight.”

“Me too Alex. I love you. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Love you too. Bye-bye.”

I hung up my phone with a smile. 
It wouldn’t go away. 
I almost forgot I was with Marie. 
She was quietly watching videos on Instagram on her phone. 
I got off from the air mattress and walked up to the empty chair by the bar. 
I looked at Marie, gave her a smile, and she gave me one right back. 
She didn’t say anything - she didn’t have to. 

I hovered my hand over the computer to press play as I asked her, “Are you ready?”

“Yas queen,” she said. 

We both laughed.
I pushed play and we continued to watch the magical world of Harry Potter until the night ended…

Part IV
I don’t know when I’ll be back home.
When I leave here, I plan on going to visit my friends in Austin. 
My good friend that would like to be referred to as Fisto Roboto said I could stay at his place for a few days. 
I asked him last week if I could go visit him and stay at his apartment.
He never replied, but the next day he sent me a Snap of him in a cap and gown.
It was graduation day for him.

I sent him a message on Snapchat.
“Oh my god. You look so freaking cute! Congrats! I hope you have a wonderful day.”

He replied.
“Thank you so much! I hope you have a great day too!”

I thought it was really strange that he sent me a photo on Snapchat, but not reply to my text the day before. 
Was he ignoring me?
Did he not want me visiting him?
I didn’t bother asking him again because I didn’t want to be annoying. 

To my surprise, a few days later, I noticed that my text never went through to him while I was at Panera Bread with Marie. 
That’s when I saw that my iMessage didn’t go through and my send button turned green. 

I decided to send him a message on Snapchat again.

“Hey! Is your phone not working? Or do you not have an iPhone anymore?”

“No iPhone,” he responded.

I felt a little relieved.
“Oh. No wonder. I texted you last week! I wanted to ask you something!”
“What is it?”

“I’m not sure if I should ask. I don’t want to be annoying.”

“Don’t be afraid to ask me something silly boy. Just say it.”

I got a little nervous as I typed out the words.
“Well. I texted you because I wanted to know what you’re doing the weekend of June 2nd.”

“Hmm. I don’t have any plans. What’s up?”

“I was hoping I could stay over for a few days if you weren’t busy. You can tell me no!”

“Haha. Yeah of course! You know you’re always welcomed here. On June 2nd, I’m free after 5:00pm. Now that I’m done with school I have a lot of free time.”

“Oh my gosh. Okay! That’s awesome! We can go to the arcade and go drink!”

“That sounds like a lot of fun.”

“Yes it does. Let me know if anything changes!”
I was already getting so excited to see him. 
Given our history, I’m expecting something to happen with him, but sadly, he has a girlfriend. 

“Alright. I will!”
The conversation ended there. 

Today, we continued that conversation.
I texted him.
“Fisto Roboto.”


“I just wanted to tell you that I hope you have a great day today!”
I like to send cute messages like that when I’m thinking about someone a lot.

“I hope you have a great day too!”

“Thank you!”

“Alex. When are you planning on staying?”
Oh no.
Something must have come up.
Why would he be asking me otherwise?
I knew it was too good to be true. 

“June 2nd! Why?? I can go a little before or after? My schedule is really flexible.”

“June 3rd and 4th: Campfire and wedding proposal to attend.”
I knew it. 
I knew I wasn’t going to be able to stay.

“Oh! Alright. Should I go a few days before then? Maybe the 31st of May?”

“I’m saying you’re invited too, if you’d like to go. Haha.”

I dropped my jaw.
I was in utter shock. 
I couldn’t believe he was inviting me!
Why isn’t his girlfriend going? I thought. 

“Oh! Okay! That sounds so fun! I’ll go!”

He never replied after that.
I’m honestly really curious now to know if he’s still with his girlfriend or not. 
I’m anticipating so much to happen if he and I decide to go drinking and he somehow accidentally gets drunk.
I also wonder where I will sleep when I stay with him. 
I wonder if he’ll let me sleep on the same bed as him…
I don’t want to sleep on the pull out sofa-bed in his living room.
I like him a lot and think he’s so cute.
I know I won’t let the opportunity go pass by if it decides to be offered to me.
And by “it” I mean his body. 
It’s getting me excited just thinking about it. 
I want to be with him already. 
I guess I’ll have to wait and see what happens when the time comes. 

For now, I will continue to be stress-free.
For now, I will continue to have a good time with my best friend.
For now, I will continue to keep writing about my life. 
All these things are too calming for me to give them up. 
I need to take advantage of this moment, because I know when I get back home, all the problems that I left behind will still be there.
Waiting for me… 
Waiting to tear me apart again.

Love always,

anonymous asked:

When I was reading the texts in Mary's phone, at first I thought that Dean was the one who said "I'm sorry you found out this way" and I instantly chocked in my coffee bc I thought he told her about how shitty his childhood was with Jhon as his father I almost died literally, I drowning in coffee

Congrats on not dying! Seriously, with the levels of both crack and pain this show manages to dish out almost every week, is a damn miracle any of us are still alive.

That is actually a conversation I’m very much looking forward to, but I’m expected to be disappointed. With everything that’s happened, the memory of John as this pure, sweet thing trying to coax baby Dean back to sleep is probably the one good thing Mary can still hold on to, and neither Dean nor Sam are about to take it from her. It’s actually weird, if you think about it - how in her book, she’s probably the freak there - the woman who couldn’t cook and wasn’t satisfied with motherhood and even John, dark-haired and goofy and sweet, was not enough - 

(sorry, got distracted for a second)

(hang on)

(goddammit, why are there were so many pictures of Matt out there? it’s bloody unfair - people are trying to get some work done and all)

- the last survivor of a long line of hunters, the one who’d check on her baby boy before slipping out of the house with a duffel full of weapons. After all those years thinking John was the problem in that marriage - his PTSD, his alcoholism, his bouts of rage, his need for control and obedience at all costs - it’s beyond whatever to have to rethink all that - to realize that probably all those fights they were having - yeah, it was the opposite way around. 

(And by ‘whatever’ I mean, I’m loving it so so much.)

So, I don’t know - if I were Mary, I’d probably want to know - I would have talked to anyone, read anything - than again, maybe it’s me, or maybe all fictional characters are by necessity a bit oblivious and embarrassingly incurious, because I don’t think Mary actually knows all that much. Maybe she simply can’t bear to, because she can see well enough (anyone could) how damaged and broken her sons are, and as to why they got that way - there are two kinds of people, right? Some they fear what they can imagine; others pretend everything is fine if they just don’t know.

As for Dean - underneath it all, it must be agony, because he’s seen so many versions of his mom, right? He’s met her in the past, and in Heaven, and in hallucinations and nightmares and fever dreams, and now she’s here, he’s not about to scare her away, especially considering she seems to be doing a fine job keeping her distance all by herself. Also, I like to think both Sam and Dean sort of made their peace with John at this point. It will never be right, the way they were raised, but there comes a moment in your life when you have to accept that people are flawed, and your parents probably did the best they could. And even if they didn’t, how could their lives possibly be any better if they stay mad at someone who’s long since dead? Both of them have plenty enough to worry about without bringing up anything John did to them, after all.

Still - as I said, I admit I was hoping for a lot more family talk this season. I’m a sucker for young!Dean and young!Sam, and what with Mary being back, I thought - yeah. Never mind. They’re doing a fine job ripping our hearts off ours chests as it is. 

anonymous asked:

what is the story behind the stone Obi is holding in that chapter 86 snipped? does is have some relation to shirayuki or shirayuki and zen? ( sorry i only watched the anime till now)

Hey, Nonny! Good question. We’ll try not to spoil things too much for you, because the manga is great, we’ve had some great arcs lately and you should totally read it all!

So Obi first gets the stone when he heads out on a mission. Shirayuki gives it to him and says simply this:

Right afterwards, we’re treated to this silent but very beautifully-drawn goodbye:

We’re not shown what Shirayuki actually gave him until later, when Obi uses it to fool an assassin he’s fighting:

This is an Olin Maris stone - a stone that Obi and Shirayuki discovered together while they were in a region called Lyrias in the thirty-something chapters. It glows in the dark, which is why Shirayuki said Obi could read by it if he needed to. If I remember correctly, Shirayuki turned this small specimen into a necklace an arc or two ago.

The next time we see it, Mitsuhide - who’s in some danger and currently in a cell - has it:

So it appears that Obi got the stone to him somehow? Maybe for assurance or comfort, since it glows. So that’s why, in the new snippet, Mitsuhide digs it out from the folds of his shirt and returns it to Obi, who then seems to start wearing it around his neck (I think). 

That’s literally all we’ve been shown about this stone so far! It’s pretty easy to give it some poignant meaning, since Olin Maris is something that Obi and Shirayuki discovered together initially, and also since it can provide comfort and glow in the dark. It also saves Obi’s life in his fight with the assassin, and since it’s something that Shirayuki gave to him, that could lend it some meaning.

Thanks for the ask! Hopefully this cleared some things up for you. :)

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Word Count: 4, 337

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Warnings: Violence

   Ever since arriving, I spent most of my time in town. It was closest to what I knew. The town of Breckenridge was quiet and fun. The people there were friendly, welcoming and easy to get along with… Much more so than in the city. I found it easier to live with my Grandparents as I slowly felt as if I were home, and after a couple of weeks, I managed to find a local bagel shop. So I’d sit outside, admiring the mountains while I ate a bagel and sipped on the coffee I had gotten that morning. With my computer in front of me and my work pulled up, I couldn’t find many disturbances.  But nothing good lasts forever. And I should have realized that sooner. 

 Other than being filled with small independent stores, coffee shops, and chain restaurants, the town also had a couple libraries. There was one just down the street from the bagel shop, with wooden stairs and wall-high bookshelves alongside a fireplace in the back. I eventually got a member card so that I could rent books, since It kept me occupied when I had nothing else to do.
   But, despite everything, the best thing living with my grandparents was that every day, whenever I came home, I came home to a family who loved me.

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Part Two: It's a Family Affair. (The Song Remains the Same S05E13)

Episode Summary: Anna, the renegade angel, travels back in time to kill John and Mary so Sam is never born, and he cannot be the vessel to Lucifer. Castiel sends the reader and the Winchesters boys back in time to stop Anna.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 6,318.

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anonymous asked:

hi! could you talk a bit about catherine of braganza? i feel she's often oversahdowed in works about charles ii, and certainly by his mistresses (as she was in real life?). but i find the fact that charles always remained at her side (and she was a catholic) really interesting. he really had a good opinion of women

She certainly is. Until this year, there’s never been any proper historical biography of her, which is sad. We often tend to judge queen consorts by how many children they produced, how much political influence they had etc. Poor Catherine was unlucky in that respect.

Charles really loved her, though I’d argue not romantically. She was like a sister for him, a real constant during his life as king. He almost always sided with her, no matter who was taking their ire out against her (he point blank told his mistresses they were to treat her with respect). During the Popish Plot, when Puritans and the hardcore Whigs in Parliament attempted to draw every high-ranking Catholic into fabricated murderous plot against Charles, the King defended Catherine vehemently. He’d hear no talk of divorces. Even when he was pursuing Frances Stewart and his friends, like Buckingham, were trying to convince him he should divorce Catherine and make Frances his queen, he’d not hear it. Actually, a plan was hatched to get Charles so drunk and manipulate him into forcing himself on Frances. Catherine heard about the plan and turned up at the so-called party (at 4am in the morning) and removed Charles. She was such a good person and they were so unbelievably kind to one another, even when Charles was parading his latest girlfriend publicly. She was strong to accept such an arrangement. And when Charles was dying, she was too upset to attend him and sent him a message saying she was sorry if she ever offended him in her whole life. Charles said “Alas poor woman! She asks for my pardon? I beg hers with all my heart; take her back that answer.“ Very similar to the way in which Louis XIV was with his queen, Marie Therese. When Marie Therese died, Louis said “This is the first trouble she has ever given me.” :/

He did mess up on one point, though: he made Barbara Villiers Catherine’s lady of the bedchamber and Catherine was force to accept the slight. It was early on in the marriage and Charles’ reign and it’s one of the only times I refuse to defend his decision. It was humiliating for Catherine. She begged, she pleaded for him NOT to make her go through it but Charles wouldn’t budge. Barbara was great but one has to imagine how Catherine would’ve felt in all this. This was the woman who had accompanied the royal couple on their honeymoon and given birth during it. Catherine had miscarried several times, people laughed at her behind her back for her barrenness, whereas Barbara had given birth to several healthy royal bastards.

Her post-queen life was also interesting. She outlived Charles by 20 years. She remained in England for a little bit, pleading on behalf of the life of Charles’ eldest illegitimate son, the Duke of Monmouth, even though his rebellion had been directly opposed to her faith. William and Mary didn’t like her too much (lol whom is surprised????) so she eventually had to move back to Portugal, where she took care of her nephew, Prince John (later King John V of Portugal). He was suffering from a very deep depression after the death of his mother and most of his immediate family. Catherine became the main female force in his life. She made sure he got the best education and the best care.